Nia at age 3

The air grew crisp and the wood was icy under my bare feet as I slid into bed quickly. Leaves changing colors and falling, the sound of the heaters, thick comforters were my favorite time of year, and to be quite honest still is. As the door handle turned I shouted quick “I’m all ready, I’m ready!” My dad laughed as he laid down next to me. I grabbed the hard wooden book carefully making sure it remained in tacked. “Are you sure you want to read this again?” My dad asked. “Good night Moon,” I said as I started the book. “Good night stars,” my dad and I said together. “Nia you already know this book.” “It’s my favorite how could I not dad!”